Pulling into the job site, I noticed the house was really taking shape since I'd last been here. It would only be a month until my mountain home was completed and I started to move in to the place. Getting out of the truck, I pulled my jacket up tight against my neck as the cold wind tried to bite my skin. Looking skyward, it wasn't a question of if it would...
***More Months Later*** Entry VIII Dear Diary, Even as I set pen to your much abused pages, I almost find myself weeping again for you. For myself. For all that happened, and how much has changed. I look back now on the past three months as a truer loss of innocence than anything else that has ever touched me. Though had any called me innocent before I wo...
Hopelessness squeezed Hannah's stomach and tears filled her eyes. The wet laundry turned into a blur of colors, as she pulled each item from the washer and threw it into the dryer. The basement screen door creaked open and slammed shut. Approaching footfalls were heavy. They stopped close behind her. "Come back outside when you're done." Chief Willie's to...
Hello, and welcome to the seventeenth issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If you want to make a general comm...
Hello, and welcome to the eleventh issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If you want to make a general comment...
I leave my Motel, have breakfast, and take a short walk. It's perhaps 8:30 or 9:00 am. It's going to get hot, is probably already well into the seventies. I've looked on a map and turn into what looks almost like park land. California Live Oaks, meadows of low grass, very pretty. I know it's of limited size but it seems endless at a glance. Then, coming towa...
Hello everyone! This is Maeve. Loa is still sleeping like a log in my room. He told me about this peculiar journal he's been keeping since coming here and has even let me read it. I must admit right away that most of it is real, at least from his point of view... You've been missing a few things in his story, but I guess I'll take this opportunity to fill yo...
SEPTEMBER 8TH, 2006 It was a placid evening at the Lake Wales Hospice, and the community room was filled with interested viewers of "Best of the Ed Sullivan Show" Tanya, the aide, was leaning against the wall, talking to the Head Nurse. "God, I don't remember Ed Sutherland at all, but when they showed the Beatles, I know about that." The girl turned e...
Chapter Twenty Earth - 3753 C.E. "I'd almost forgotten why we were here," admitted Paul when the holographic message arrived for him at the hotel in the heart of the Amazon Jungle where he'd been staying with Beatrice. "It's been such a long time since we heard anything about the mission." Professor Wasilewski's image flickered against the window through w...
Many thanks to techsan for editing this story. Most people in our small Scandinavian town knows me by my nickname, "The Moose" from my rally racing days when I missed a bend and hit a moose. Even my profession as advertising salesman at the local newspaper is well known. Some people even know my real name, Fredrick Ohlson, and that my lovely wife is Emma, n...